She didn't know she was back at Mu Xuedian, and she didn't even know how she should face Nan Yisheng.
To her, it didn't seem that sad, but her mood was so low.
The candlelight in the hall was flickering, and he left a light on, as if waiting for her to come home.
Suddenly, Luo Qingchen felt as if he knew Nan Yisheng a little bit. In fact, he is not as peaceful as he imagined. He always keeps his deepest secrets in his heart and never tells them to outsiders.
"Back." He stood with his hands behind his hands, standing under the candlelight, dressed in white like snow, as if he was waiting for something, and seemed to be afraid of something.
A vague uneasiness came from the bottom of his heart. He looked at her eyebrows and frowned slightly.
"Yes." She responded lightly and walked forward step by step in the direction of the light.
Nan Yisheng looked into her eyes, squinting slightly and looking at her deep expression, he knew that she knew everything she needed to know.
"you… "
"I have a few questions to ask you." Her tone was cold, and Nan Yisheng could hear her deliberately distant tone immediately.
"You ask." He looked at her eyebrows. Her clear, watery eyes looked so beautiful under the reflection of the candlelight.
He was slightly startled in his heart. Underneath his strong heart was an extremely fragile heart that only he knew.
"You know that I am a saint from the Witch Clan, right?" Her tone was faint, and there was a faint glint in her eyes the moment she raised her eyes.
"yes."
"You know my name is Luo Qingchen, right?"
"yes."
"Did Prince Nan agree that I marry you because of my status?"
"yes."
"Nan Yisheng, you really know everything." Luo Qingchen closed her eyes and shook her right hand slightly, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of her mouth unconsciously.
It turns out that this is the reason why his favorability level has always stayed at 50%. It turns out that she has never entered his heart.
"Qingchen—" He whispered to her, as if he wanted to explain something. But all the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
In an instant, the candle light flickered, and the entire Muxue Palace fell into darkness.
The window behind him was smashed with a bang, and a man wearing black night clothes attacked Luo Qingchen.
She could hide, but she didn't hide...
In the midst of the lightning and flint, a figure dressed in white as snow stood in front of her. He quickly took the sword from the assassin's hand and sealed his throat with a single stroke of the sword.
I saw him looking up with cold eyes, and said softly with thin lips: "Who?"
"King Mu has arrived—"
The door was opened, and Mu Hanche stood outside the door in black black clothes. He looked at her with a faint dark light in his eyes and said, "It's time to go home."
It's time to go home!
It's time to go home!
It's time to go home!
If the original owner could hear these four words, how touching he would be.
It's a pity that she can't hear it anymore... She has never regretted falling in love with Mu Hanche, even if this man was so indifferent to the point of despair.
Nan Yisheng's eyebrows froze, looking at Luo Qingchen's calm eyes, he instantly understood what the assassin who appeared just now meant.
But so what? Even if he knew that, even if time came over again, he would still fall in love with her.
Because I can't... let her get any harm...
"I have one last question." She turned around with a faint mist in her eyes, pursed her lips and said, "You know the killer of my country, right?"
"yes."
As the cold wind blew outside the window, heavy snow blew into the Muxue Palace. They looked at each other like this, as if one more year would be ten thousand years. (To be continued)